The chief remembered why he had left it behind in the first place. Whether it was true or false, no one but himself knew.
"You may have lived well, but it was built upon countless lives."
Ye Hongyu spoke with a hint of mockery.
"Then what is the point of coming here to repent now? To avoid going to hell? Or to repent for those who died by your hand?"
Ye Hongyu continued, looking at the man before her with undisguised contempt.
"No matter what others said, when we got the silver into our hands, we were happy."
The chief seemed to have recalled the events of his past once more.
Killing, plundering wealth, revelry.
Yet for some reason, the chief had never again come near the Mountain God Temple afterward.
"Death feels so wonderful. I have never felt so relaxed."
The chief smiled as he spoke, blood beginning to spill from his mouth.
At last, he used all his strength to pick up several incense sticks from the ground and place them in the incense burner filled with ash.
"Light them for me, please. Thank you."
After doing this, the chief spoke weakly to Ye Hongyu.
Ye Hongyu did not refuse. She rose and lit the incense in the burner.
The fragrance of incense rose through the Mountain God Temple, slowly drifting into the woods.
The chief also knelt in the Mountain God Temple, his breathing gradually growing heavy. At that moment, amid the rising incense smoke, he seemed to see his wife, and himself as a farmer, living a peaceful and happy life in Liu Family Village.
"Liu Da of Liu Family Village offers sacrifice to the Mountain God today."
As he spoke, his voice gradually lowered. Then he closed his eyes and stopped breathing.
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